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think I will let you take me out to-day/ We
walked the whole distance from her camp, six

With us was the old half-breed Henry Smith,
who had taken Almighty Voice's body back to
his mother's teepee. With us also was Almighty
Voice, Jr.3 son of the outlawed Indian, who was
born in the wilderness during the two years of
refuge. Now he was a tall, powerful young man
of twenty-eight. And walking along beside him
was his girl-mother, who still looked young and
pretty though her husband was killed nearly
twenty-eight years before. Then there was
Prosper, Almighty Voice's brother, a giant Indian
standing six feet six inches in his moccasins—one
of the highest types of the present-day Indian in
the North-West.

When we reached the bluff, a half-mile clump,
of bush lying on a rolling, open prairie-land, we
had some difficulty in finding the hole. And
though she had never seen it herself, Almighty
Voice's mother seemed to know more about it
than any of the rest of us. It was she who finally
got the bearings by standing on a low hill behind
the bluff, and then directing us where to enter
the bush. She came on in behind us, but when
we found the hole she never came up to it; she
stood some distance away.

There the old hole was, about the size of a